Lily is a snow witch with powerful magic and a quick temper. Not the best combination. But she keeps to herself, and the few people she lets get close know she has a good heart, and that’s enough for her. She doesn’t need any drama in her life.

Too bad she got me as an author.

Her next-door neighbor, Pipaluk, is a mad scientist. A good one. His wife, Emma, makes sure of that. She’s basically a saint, putting up with his random explosions while raising their two children and mothering Lily every chance she gets. But Santa’s elves are known for their quick wit and adaptability, after all, and she’s no different.

Then there’s Lily’s meddling family. They’re in the North Pole, and she’s not, and that’s how she likes it. Unfortunately, her cousin Crystal still calls to pester her, and her aunt Gemma still meddles in her life. They may or may not trigger Lily’s blizzard-inducing rage from time to time, resulting in out-of-season snowstorms, snowbound towns, and confused meteorologists worldwide.

Good thing Lily has a fairy godmother. Wendy is always around to clean up Lily’s messes without her goddaughter ever knowing. It’s a full-time job, especially since giving Lily what she needs instead of what she wants is even harder than erasing the snow witch’s existence from her human neighbors’ minds every time it snows.

NASA can’t figure out the strange weather phenomena. Boris needs an enchantress for his newest book. Santa needs Boris’ new book pronto before Mrs. Claus throws a fit.

Yeah, Lily definitely got the wrong author if she wants a drama-free life.

Elements of Chaos

1: Of Ice and Snow

2: Of Fire and Smoke

What to Expect

This book began as a writing experiment when I joined The Fabulous Spec-Fic Smack Downby @LayethTheSmackDown on Wattpad, which required me to write Speculative Fiction flash fiction, short stories, drabbles, and poetry based on prompts. That was a huge stretch for me, but I enjoyed it so much that I continued following the prompts after I was eliminated. And I’m keeping it going as long as I can by joining other prompt-based contests.

I decided from the beginning to use the same characters and world throughout the book, so while I write each chapter as a standalone short story, there is continuity between chapters, and an underlying storyline is emerging. My goal is to keep that going. It’s an odd balance I’m trying to strike here, especially since I typically write novels, not short stories.

Since this is a prompt-based book, it has quite a few quirks. The first is perspective. Lily, the protagonist in chapter one, is the entire book’s protagonist. However, she is not the central character in each chapter. I write her chapters in the first person and all other chapters in the third person.

The second quirk is chapter length. Many prompts provide word count restrictions; some do not. Currently, the shortest chapter is 100 words long, and the longest is 10,000 words long. I’ve split the longer chapters up into multiple parts of 1,500-2,500 words each.

The third quirk is genre. Speculative Fiction is typically a blend of Fantasy, Science Fiction, and Horror, often with alternate universes and timelines, but really, anything goes. The original contest was a Speculative Fiction contest, and I am a scaredy cat, so this is mostly a blend of Fantasy and Science Fiction thus far. I’m sure that will change, because I go where the prompts take me. But with Speculative Fiction, it’s fine if I take a jaunt into Chicklit land for a chapter or two, so it’s all good.

And that brings us to the fourth quirk: me. I don’t plan this. I can’t plan it. The prompts can change everything. I’ve learned to leave certain details vague on purpose, because that gives me wiggle room to pivot if the next prompt takes things in a different direction. When I get a new prompt, I read it, let it simmer in the back of my mind for a week or so, reread and revisit again when I feel like it, and I get some basic idea of how I at least want to start the next chapter and maybe what I want to happen.

Then I sit down to write. And anything can happen.

I write most of these chapters in one sitting, and I often surprise myself. This has become my writing sandbox. It’s where I go to play and let loose every wild idea that comes into my mind, and I love it. I hope you enjoy it, too.

Prompt Info

At the bottom of each chapter, I list the date of creation, word count, prompt information, and a link to the original prompt, if I have it. I sometimes come back to tweak things here or there, and I have a list of editing/feedback suggestions from others that I intend to work through eventually. When that happens, I may leave a note about it, but I’m not changing the date and word count. That’s the original stamp, and I want to keep it there for my records.

Word count varies with the application used. All the word counts here come from Google Docs.

Content/Trigger Warnings

None of my stories contain profanity or explicit sexual content, but this series contains some heavy and potentially triggering themes and content. I’ve compiled what I hope is a comprehensive list and am happy to answer questions about it. Included within this book are depictions and/or mentions of:

Credits

@AprilJester on Wattpad, for talking me into joining the original contest. @BookLover3062 on Wattpad, for stealing my title and making me come up with a new one. All graphics except prompt images created by me using Canva Pro unless cited otherwise.

And a little reminder…

​​​​​​​Consent is HOT.

A young writer trapped in her own fantasy novel.

A world she thought she knew.

A role she never expected.

In a kingdom written by her hands, can she find her place in a story that was never meant to be hers?

A woman shatters the silence in the night with a bloodcurdling scream that awakens Tre. At first, he shutters and pulls the covers over his head, praying that whatever he heard was a figment of his imagination. After a few moments of heavy breathing, he hears the sound of the woman again, shrieking as if she’s been torn apart piece by piece. Tre begins to breathe faster and harder as each second passes. Underneath his legs, he feels the wet sheets soak in urine; the putrid smell enters his nostrils. He waits, terrified, whimpering like a prey cornered by its predator. The woman lets out one more screech, but this time cut off, followed by a thud and an eerie silence.

Tre stayed hidden for a time, listening and hearing nothing. He doesn’t hear any movement, no creaks from the weight of an intruder on the floorboards, no more screaming or even the slightest hint of life on the other side of the door, absolutely nothing. He waits a little longer and then begins to lower the covers from over his head. All of a sudden, blue and red lights start flashing, getting brighter and brighter as each second passes. He takes the covers off and swings his legs over the side of the bed, trying to quietly place his right foot and then his left on the wooden floor. Tre begins to put all his weight on the wooden floor, and it starts to creak as he takes each step toward his bedroom door.

Once he reaches the door, he leans in; his ear rests on the wooden surface and listens for anything, indicating life on the other side. Tre hears nothing, so he opens the door and pokes his head out before entering the hallway. He finds a bloody handprint to the right of his door that is smeared and leads around the corner to his parent’s bedroom. Before going around the corner, he waits a few moments before passing the hallway to the kitchen. He looks on both sides of the wall and sees a trail of blood leading into their bedroom.

As Tre passes the kitchen, he can see a police cruiser and its lights flashing in his driveway. He wants to run out and get the police officer but instead decides against it. The boy makes his way into the vicinity outside of his parent’s bedroom and sees the door slightly ajar with blood smeared on the door handle. His instinct is to call for his parents, “Mom… Dad…” Neither of them answered. “Mom… Dad… Are you okay?” The gut feeling Tre had was gravitating toward the worst possible explanation imaginable. After not receiving a response again, he begins to cry as he steps closer and closer to their room. “Please, answer me.” He goes to push the door open and jumps as he hears the sound of hard knocking at his front door. “This is Officer James. We received a 911 call from this address. Is there anyone home?” Tre doesn’t answer, and he can’t answer. He’s stricken with fear.

The officer knocks again, “If you don’t answer, I’ll be forced to enter the premises. Is there anyone…” Tre’s attention gets pulled away as he hears a snarling behind him. He becomes paralyzed, refusing to turn around and confront what lies behind him. Gradually, he begins to turn his head and sees a beast staring at him with bright yellow, a goldish iris surrounding its pupils. He continues to scan the creature from head to toe and notices blood dripping from its mouth, “Hello, Tre.” The beast smiles and reveals its teeth, soaked in blood. “We warned your parents, and they refused to give you up. They ignored our demands and showed no fear when threatened.” The beast's hands clenched, its claws digging into his palms. “My masters will not be ignored if they ask for anything; there should be no hesitation or resistance in getting what they want.” Tre stood there, unable to move, unable to speak, as he watched the beast’s blood dripping from his palms.

“Since I’ve removed your parents from the equation, I suggest you come with me.” The two stared at each other, allowing the silence to fill the ever-shrinking hallway. His fear turned into defiance. His parents had risked and lost their lives, refusing to give him up. Even though he was just a teenager, Tre knew he had a choice, and he would rather die than be taken away, giving this beast and its masters the satisfaction of getting what they wanted. The beast grinned, tilting its head sideways. “I ask you not to be foolish and believe you have a choice. Make this easy on both of us; no one wants more blood to be spilled.”

Suddenly, the front door was kicked in, and he saw a flash of light. “Holy fucking shit! What is that?!” Bullets started flying towards Tre and the beast; multiple bullets ripped through it while a stray hit Tre in his left arm. “This is Officer James!! I need backup at—”. In the blink of an eye, the beast dashed forward and slit the Officer’s throat from ear to ear. The Officer's eyes grew wide with shock, and fear spread across his face. He reached his neck with both hands and fell to his knees. He tried to speak, but only gurgling from the blood filling his throat was audible. The beast walked up to him and placed its hand around his, pulling his hair back and exposing the neck as blood poured faster and faster from his wound. The last thing Tre saw was the Officer moving his lips, mouthing the words “Run.” The beast then pulled upwards, removing the Officer’s head from its body, and with a loud thud, the Officer hit the floor, and Tre sprinted for the back door.

Kak alya, seorang kakak yang baik kepada adiknya, dia memberikan fantasy adiknya, dengan ngewe bersama orang lain tanpa sepengetahuan dia.

Dr. Kim, the school psychologist gifted with an extraordinary ability: he can read minds and feel others’ emotions, delving into the hidden struggles of students and teachers at a public school in Hong Kong. Beneath the surface of this seemingly perfect government-funded school lies a darker truth. The very systems meant to support its students are entangled in red tape, and the parents' and school committee stand as an unyielding wall against change.

With each passing day, the stakes grow higher. Can Dr. Kim break through the barriers erected by bureaucracy and apathy? Will he uncover the secrets that lie behind the smiles of his colleagues and students? Or will his quest for mental health advocacy be stifled by those who fear the truth?

In a world where mental health is an afterthought, Dr. Kim’s journey is fraught with challenges, revelations, and a mystery that threatens to unravel the very fabric of the school. Join him as he fights not just for funding, but for the souls hidden behind closed doors, in a tale where every thought holds power, and every feeling could change everything.

Victoria High, a school where 99 problems loom, but the quest for emotional wellness might just be the most daunting of all. Will you unlock the secrets alongside Dr. Kim?

Love is an inevitable feeling for one another. However, it has the challenges to be faced by one another, not just the tempo and rhythm experienced and felt by one another, but by promises and what it takes to be with on another. This book entrails about the words of romance.

A new adventure begins! Alissia and the Supreme Primordials depart from Earth, guided by a mysterious escort, while those left behind face their own challenges. Embark on an exhilarating journey with the Primordials as their universe unfolds in an epic new saga!

After half a century of civil war, the peace that lasted thirty years was lost, and the southern Lake Lakuris region sank into the ravages of war. An ensemble drama of ordinary people who suddenly lost everything and were at a loss.P.S. This is just a translation of the Japanese web novel with the same title and is originally written by 髙津　央. Below is the link for the source in Syosetu:https://ncode.syosetu.com/n1561dk/

When twenty two years or so aged Evalla felt too much for Viswanadh who was not only a widower, has a twenty six years or so aged daughter but also aged more than double to her; and wanted to live with him, she did not know the reason why. She was so happy a girl after her marriage with Viswanadh except with the only one problem ‘Okatho’ in her. For a long time, she was also just like Dr.Rose, of the opinion that it was just her ‘split personality’. But when she remembered her past, when she remembered the promise she made to her sister Okatho while she was dying, she understood it was not the split personality in her but her natural sister Okatho herself. Her remembering her past cleared all of her doubts which included why she has attracted that much to Viswanadh and wanted to live along with him. How Dr.Rose, a psychiatrist in her own way and Sadan, a para-psychologist in his way tried to solve the problem of Evalla is the story of the book ‘Split Personality’, a maga psychological and paranormal thriller

Anak ng magsasaka. Inampon ng kamag-anak. Pasaway, tamad, frat boy. Hanggang sa isang pagkamatay ang nagpabago ng lahat.

Sa pagbabalik sa Bicol, tinanggap ni Dominic Trillanes ang reyalidad ng hirap ng buhay—pagtratrabaho, pagkanta sa libre apps, at pangarap na hindi niya sigurado kung matutupad pa. Ngunit sa mundo ng musika, nakilala niya si Jeanine Mercado—isang babaeng puno ng buhay, talento, at lihim na sakit.

Hindi niya alam kung kailan siya nagsimulang umibig. Ang alam lang niya—ang bawat kanta ni Jeanine ay isang pahina sa notepad ng kanyang pagbabagong-buhay. Pero sapat ba ang pagkanta at pangarap para mabuo ang isang pag-ibig na nagsimula sa kakulangan?

Based off from "Chosen" and "End Of Days" episodes of Buffy. Faith and potentials come to town and inform them all about The First Evil. Things go differently than they did in the last episode of Buffy S7. In the battle, what will happen? Who will die? Who will live?

Despite years and years of conflict, and deaths reaching beyond what the mind can even fathom, the world continues to wage war amongst themselves. Those in power seem to wish for peace but are not willing to give any concessions to do so. The nations of the world, such as Tufe; a nation with infinite spells to victory, Rikta; a nation able to bend the elements to their will, and Oslionia; whose ingenuity is their source of pride, each feel as if they still have everything to gain and nothing to lose.

The seemingly impossible question then for this world is has become this; Can a world that seems to be built on war, find peace?